She's the cheese and I'm the macaroni

This evening after work ended, I headed home, stopped to pick something up, finished the drive to my home, put on some nice clothes, got back into the car, picked something else up, drove some more until I reached my destination where I knocked on Lisa's door. She was asleep. Awkward.

I was nervous.


All I wanted to do was give her these:


and one of these:


I woke her up and presented my offerings and asked her a question. At first she was all:


But then she was like:


and we were totally:



And here is what we look when we are dressed up all nice (read: photo taken last weekend near Mt. Hood in Oregon):


(Engaged)
(You know how I do)